There is pain in my stomach. It is nothing for one to fret over because it is only that subtle stomach ache that we occasionally get.
What is not normal are the thoughts that I have whilst I experience these stomach pains.
I think of knives,
stabbing me.
Just the thought intrigues me,
probably more than it should.
I picture the knife piercing my stomach, possibly hitting an organ or two,
then I just see myself lying on the ground, I have a smile on my face.

(Am I twisted for smiling at the pain or in light of the whole situation am I just being positive?
But what is there to be positive for because the only outcome would be death.)

I am also surrounded by a pool of blood, but people do not seem to notice me,
so they walk right over top of me.
The thought of people ignoring me doesn’t bother me any more.
Now all I want is to just be left alone.
My mind may never be my friend anymore, but it is comforting to have with me.
Maybe I do wish my stomach ache was a knife or maybe my mind has just withered.